The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 260
"This……"

Zhao Yu looked at the old Taoist priest exuding two extremes of true energy, and was horrified in his heart.

Did this old guy go to the wrong set?
Is this still the category of martial arts in the world?
One after another, the two poles are distinct, but the real essence that blends with each other emanates from Zhang Laodao, and then dissipates into nothing.

It lasted for half a stick of incense before the old Taoist slowly opened his eyes.

As Zhang Laodao opened his eyes, the vision in the sky dissipated instantly.

"Fairy? Monster?"

Zhao Yu tentatively walked to this old Taoist who looked like a beggar at first glance, and asked tentatively.

Zhang Laodao ignored Zhao Yu, but reached into his bosom and took out something.

"In the end, it's still a big dream..."

Looking at the iron arhat in his hand, Zhang Laodao smiled lightly.

Although there is nostalgia in this smile, there is no reluctance at all!

……

Seeing Zhao Yu and the old Taoist came out of the grove, the group breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, the bastards in the supervisory department looked at Zhao Yu with reverence in their eyes.

Look, this is the Shangguan of our supervisory department.

Drilling into a small forest with an old Taoist priest can make a huge battle.

And looking at the walking posture of the old Taoist priest, it is likely that our Beisi Zhen Fushi is busy with his work!
"After the 81st, please invite Zhao Zhenfu to come to Wudang Mountain!"

Zhang Laodao hit Jishou with one hand, and said to Zhao Yu.

"it is good!"

This time, Zhao Yu didn't waste any extra nonsense, and directly agreed.

As for the old monks of Shaolin Temple, as long as they don't seek their own death, it's okay to let them go!

Zhao Yu and his party rode their horses straight to Shaoshi Mountain Gate, while Zhang Laodao walked down the mountain with his disciples.

Along the way, Song Yuanqiao frowned.

He seemed to have noticed something, but he couldn't catch it for a while.

"Master, why did you invite that person to my Wudang Mountain after 81 days?"

Mo Shenggu didn't have too many scruples, and directly looked up at the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest, who had always been slovenly, smiled slightly at this moment and did not answer.

Seeing the smile on Master's face, Song Yuanqiao's expression changed drastically.

"Master!!!"

Song Yuanqiao, who was past his age, now had red eyes and a crying tone.

He finally understood why Master invited that person into Wudang.

The number of eighty-one, ninety-nine is true!
When that person entered Wudang, it was the time when their master, who had overwhelmed the Jianghu for a hundred years, became a fairy!
The old Taoist smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to touch the head of the more than 40-year-old disciple.

……

After a stick of incense, Zhao Yu and his party saw the majestic plaque on the middle gate of Shaoshi Mountain from a distance.

"who?!"

Just as the group of people charged forward, seven or eight monks with long sticks jumped out from the main entrance, blocking the way of everyone.

"hey-hey!"

Before Zhao Yu could open his mouth, Ji Feng on the side of the horse had already drawn his knife out of its sheath with a grinning grin.

"Don't kill me..."

Zhao Yu looked at the dozen or so monks, hesitated for a moment, and ordered softly.

"Follow the order!"

Ji Feng put the saber back into its sheath, and then moved at the same time as Jin Yichuan and others on the side, and rushed towards the dozen or so monks.

Most of these doorkeeper monks are ordinary monks, and there is still some distance from half-stepped works.

Facing Jin Yichuan and the others, they had no power to resist at all.

"Erha, follow me in, the rest..."

Zhao Yu looked at the monk who fell unconscious on the ground, and gave instructions to the side.

"understand!"

Of course Lu Jianxing and the others understood Zhao Yu's thoughts, and then the three of them each led a team and dispersed in all directions!

Zhao Yu reined in the horse's reins, and the steed leaped directly up the steps, and the horse's hooves landed on the bluestone slab, making crisp and clear sounds.

……

In Tallinn, the contest has come to an end.

The Miejue Shitai of the Emei Sect relies on the strength of the Yitian Sword, no one dares to rob him of its sharpness.

The old nun held a sword in one hand, and her eyes arrogantly swept around the masters of the various sects present.

Although everyone was unwilling, they dared not make a sound.

Among them, some people's cultivation level is comparable to that of the old nun. If they really want to fight to the death, it is not impossible to defeat her.

However, the Yitian sword in her hand was too sharp, and this old nun was very murderous.

There are still three points left for other people to fight, and when this old nun comes on the stage, anyone who is missing an arm or a leg will be considered lucky if she faces her.

"In that case, this devil will be handed over to the teacher!"

Seeing that no one came out to fight again, Xuanci clasped his hands together and bowed to Sandu who was on one side.

The three old monks looked at each other, then retreated.

Jiang Yuyan looked at the old nun expressionlessly, but her heart was full of anxiety.

There are two more hours, as long as she is given two more hours, she will be able to swallow the strength of the eight-tone piercing through the heart by using flowers to connect trees.

But now it seems that, let alone two hours, I'm afraid she won't even be able to last for two incense sticks.

brush!
Miejue Shitai came to Jiang Yuyan, pointed at Jiang Yuyan with a sword in one hand, and said coldly: "Hand over the evil skills, and the poor nun can consider giving you a good time!"

Evil power?

Everyone pricked up their ears.

Among all the people in the world, except for the fledgling stunned young man, how many of them would risk their lives for the sake of justice?

The purpose of their coming here is naturally for this so-called evil work.

"Ah……"

Jiang Yuyan glanced at Miejue Shitai, but just smiled disdainfully.

"I don't know how to lift!"

Juejue Shitai let out a low cry, and the Yitian sword in his hand flashed a brilliant light, and went straight to Jiang Yuyan's right arm.

If this sword is strong, Jiang Yuyan will have to cut off her right hand and arm by this old nun.

"Roar!!"

At this moment, a roar came into Tallinn.

Immediately afterwards, the moment the sword light fell, a giant man exuding a golden light stood in front of Jiang Yuyan.

Everyone was shocked, and then looked at Erha who fell from the sky.

Jiang Yuyan on the side was also taken aback, this place is thousands of miles away from the capital, how could this guy appear here?

Son? !
Jiang Yuyan was overjoyed, and looked around for a while, but she didn't see Zhao Yu's figure.

"King Kong is not bad?"

Juejue Shitai, who failed to achieve success with one sword, sneered too, and then went up with the sword, and shouted at Erha: "The poor nun wants to see if you are not bad, you can block the Yitian sword in the poor nun's hand!"

The sword light flickered, and the waist knife that Erha was carrying when he came in was cut off like tofu when it came into contact with the Yitian sword.

And the Yitian sword in Miejue Shitai's hand was not just for show.

Even if Erha's internal energy has made great progress, even if King Kong's immortal function lasts for a longer period of time.

But when Yitianjian's sword light flashed across his body, the golden light under the sword's edge also dissipated instantly.

Although the wound was not fatal, it could actually break Erha's vajra body.

"Hmph! Poor nun, let's see how long you can last!"

Miejue Shitai said that he was not forgiving, but in fact he was shocked in his heart.

Of course, she is well aware of the strength of the Yitian sword, but no matter how much she mobilizes her inner strength, relying on the Yitian sword can only cause skin and flesh injuries.

(End of this chapter)